During the first week of 2012, that fateful year, I have been in a creative fugue.
This is still raw and visceral material, but I do hope you will give it a whirl.
The first, in so many ways. Adamas .
Adamas is one of the name variants you find for man, in particular, in general and in the specific sense; a person, in “gnostic” lore. The
Apocryphon, or Secret Book, of John – has a great recipe for men and women,
as they are being assembles by the microscopic imps the Archons (rulers) in the
laboratory of the Demiurge (half-maker,creator,architecht), each hoping to gain control
of each organ and tissue type, while collectively having “glory” in the new being they had
brought to life, and eventually to fleshly form. That old anthropological scheme, which is a magico-sympathetic one; ancient cultures, even today, believe that particular attention, ritual prayers,sacrifices, purgations, exorcisms, bribes and so on, can bring human or divine control over unruly,lethargic,weakened particular genius locii which still exists within the anatomy of the offspring of first man. We still “believe” tears purify, wind corrupts and sneezing exorcise evil influence…we have small imps banging on anvils with their tiny hammers when suffering through a particular bad consequence of our joie de vivre the night before….
Adamas should somewhere, someplace in all else that it is, as a musical
piece, contain ambiguity, complexity, conflicted powers that move around within some tense anatomy…
The most recent being, Heimarmene
Heimarmene means fate in Greek . My thought were that of an opening into the irrational rationality of an already accomplished plot winding out as so many cuts of celluloid.
Have you ever felt that this moment, right now, has already been spent – that it is worn
thin, as a thin sheet of film being churned through the cosmic machinery? While Jim Morrison and the Doors made long and epic orgiastic rock opera out of the legend of Oedipus, fate, apart from romantic cliché, has apparently gone out of fashion. We are searching the great big sky full of galaxies opening up by the cryptomagical operations of our technology, and splitting everything, below the limit of the atom, that can be divided down towards the particle or particular one that does not allow itself to be divided, at least according to calculation and perception, we are finding our new fates; the predetermined course of biological life, expanding or imploding universes, the dialectics of capitalism and culture…
I have made a more controlled electronic reel which has more material in it than
will be present in the final cut.